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This is the 365th day of the year. This is the 365th piece of art I have posted. This is the 365th time I will write…

There have been ups and downs during this project just as in life. I’ve made things I love and others that might go into the fire pit. I’ve succeeded in my goal to create and post a piece of art everyday for one year. I have failed to raise all the money for a future art student. I still hope to donate most of the work throughout the course of next year. I will meet these goals in 2013.

I’m not sure what this project means in the grand scheme of things. There will not be a movie made about this like that lady from Julie & Julia. Nothing will be hanging in the Museum of Modern Art in New York. This project will not be in any art history books. It will be a quiet accomplishment that most of the world will not ever find out about. And that… is okay. I didn’t do this for fame or recognition. I did this because I had to. All of these ideas were in my head and they needed to come out, just like when I was a little kid drawing at the dining room table. So I guess it just means what it always has… I am an artist. I am thankful for it.

Thank you… to everyone that has been a part of this small journey. To the fans that have liked, pinned and followed. To the new collectors that have purchased. To the Enfield Mall, Imagine Main Street in Manchester, Katrin of Dali Mamma Cafe and Annie of A Salon for letting me share your space. To everyone that donated supplies, passed along ideas and gave compliments. For the love and support. To my family and friends. To Nicole and Ozlyn. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

The land of Oz(lyn) is filled with colors and scribbles and life. Sometimes we catch her staring at one of my paintings. That is the greatest compliment I have ever received. To capture the mind of someone that is only days old with artwork inspired in part by them… full circle. When you get older I hope you stop and stare at everything. Take it all in and take none of it for granted. Add your touch to what moves you. Be inspired! I don’t want you to ever have to grow up, but when you do… I can’t wait to see your world. What will the land of Oz look like?

Can’t keep this up, we’re all getting sick. Sick and tired of the bullsh*t. Guns don’t kill people, people kill people… WHAT! If people didn’t have the guns to use to kill others we wouldn’t have these problems. Now, thanks to guns being available to just about anyone, there are families who are missing something this holiday season. Missing out on the unconditional love from their children. Missing the joy on those faces as they open up Santa’s gifts. Missing a piece of their hearts. Missing a piece of their souls. Something they created. Something they loved from deep within. There is no gun that can get that back for them.

As long as there are guns, there will be violence. Whether it be protecting your homes, schools or freedoms people will die. Guns are for cowards. We shouldn’t have these kinds of problems in our society today. This isn’t the Wild Wild West so put the cowboys and Indians games to rest.

Hold on to your loved ones a little tighter this year. Tell them you love them. Share peace and love because it is infectious. If we love each other the right way we can all live together in peace.

Watching you relaxing is so taxing on my heart. Every breath, every move, every sound… no don’t start… to cry. Watching you eating is being able to see nature up close and personal. You were in a body growing. You were delivered from that body. Now you are using that body for food. Amazing! Watching you sleeping is the most peaceful thing I’ve ever witnessed on Earth. You are so content. You smile… once in a while. What are you dreaming about? Maybe relaxing and eating… and more sleeping?

This piece of art will change throughout time because you have been a part of it. It will change when you move and when it is moved. It is timeless and will be historic. Just walk by it and see for yourself. Stop and look into it. Don’t blink or you will miss it.

I’ve got an angel. She doesn’t wear any wings. She wears a heart that can melt my own. She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing. She gives me presents, with her presence alone. She gives me everything I could wish for. She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home. She could make angels. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You gotta be careful when you’ve got good love. Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying. ~Jack Johnson / Angel

Last month, last weeks, last days, last call for inspiration. Last time I watched your bio I found more direction. Your directions have lasted longer than your life, but your life will last longer than time. This time your inspiration has brought me to make a portrait of you… in your dedication. Feeling your vibrations through ink and paint. Feeling your inspiration through days and time… I wait… for more.

I had my palm read and it said… what lies in your future is already in your head, you just don’t know it yet. You’ve gotten everything you’ve been searching for, look around you and you’ll see it. You’ll get your palm trees, beach hut and board. You’ll live in the sun with the sand and the ocean, but you’ve got to earn it. If you still want it when the time comes then it will be yours. Stay patient, stay focused and live for today. Your tomorrows will show up at your door when you least expect them to.

Say so long there are only days to go. Winding time down like time is in slow-mo. Take a knife to my work and slit her throat. Gasping for air as she crawls to the door. Bleeding out paint all over the floor. Look into her eyes and I can see the past year stare back at me screaming don’t let this end. Look at yourself, look at what you are doing, look at where you have been. Don’t close those pads, don’t drop those pens. Leave those paint cans open, splatter those canvases again. Who are you to let this come to an end? You got us into this mess day after day. This is how we will be repaid? By killing the lifeline that brought you three-sixty-five. Turn your back on us and you are the one who will die…

Last night I was racing down the highway trying to get away from a bunch of teenagers that were throwing eggs at my car. I was going as fast as I could, but a hybrid is really no match for a Mustang. I got in front of them and the driver lost control. Light, dark, light, dark, light was the last thing I remembered before the crash. Three bodies sprawled out on the pavement in a red sea. I put a flower in one of their shirts. I drizzled honey in another’s wounds. And rested my head on the third’s chest and said,”there is no way you can like this on Facebook”. I counted to four, pulled out a brown marker and wrote “put it in the oven” across each of their foreheads. Then… I woke up! Man my dreams are gettin’ weird.

Searching for normal is like searching for rainbow striped unicorns. In this world it… they… just don’t exist. In this year… it has just disappeared. In the next few days… it will just get more weird. This is normal. My normal. What? Rainbow striped unicorns don’t exist? Life has been happening in so many different ways. Seems like the yesterdays are getting further and further way. Will I be bored if I don’t paint and draw and paint and…? Are you sure they aren’t real? My brother’s friend said he saw one once. Going crazy over the end. Going crazy over the future. Going crazy is keeping me sane. Going crazy is finding a rainbow striped unicorn and trying to tame it. I knew they were real.

Streets covered in peanut butter with pieces of bread jumping out of building windows. Wheat, oat-nut, white and rye. Rye? Why rye? Why not multi-grain or potato? Whatever… She walks slow because her feet keep getting stuck under bits of peanuts. Yes, the streets are cover in chunky peanut butter, not creamy. Toasters line the sidewalks waiting to get a hold of falling slices only to find that their cords are unplugged. She finds a butter knife sitting on top of the left spout of a fire hydrant. Finally she has the key to freedom. How many sandwiches does a person have to eat to get out of here? And where the hell is the fluff?

See it now the end is near. Looking back through the year. Started with some house paint and a dare. Splashing colors down without a care. See it now, so it will be. Visualize it right in front of me. Something new every single day. Some kind of art, something to say. Never felt so prolific, so inspired, so… appreciative. Motivations coming from every direction. New friends, new fans, new… life. See it now the end is near. See it in front of me so clear. One whole year… of art. One whole year… of inspiration. Thank you for your patience. For your dedication. For your insight and your motivation. I can see it now, so it will be. See it right in front… of me.

Don’t let them die. Going to Northampton. Staring at lightning storms. Laying on the beach with the sun in our faces. Don’t let them die. Making art. Writing. Saturday morning coffees, medium-hazelnut-with-caramel swirl and cream. Don’t let them die. Laughing in bed so hard you start snorting. Traveling. Watching movies. Nothing can kill this. I know we won’t let them die. Pass them down and let them live. Pass them down and we will live forever.

Go back. Back to, when I was two and drew too. Not too much to do. The essence of my being is being able to… draw. I would draw and draw and draw the things that I saw. A stick figure person or a finger print tree, a boat, an apple… a bee. I went through crayons like seconds go through minutes go through hours into days. I would sit there and draw for days. So, I take it back to the essence and grace you with the presence of this skinless lizard-like menace. He might live in this house or out in these woods. He’s been in the making as these days have turned into years. And now finally… finally… he is here.